Chapter 433: God is Here Above You
Xinbao agreed crisply, and recited: "Tao is the beginning of heaven and earth..."
This was another book of ancient seal script, which Xinbao recited haltingly.
Emperor Mingpei and Yuan Shenjue looked at each other silently.
They clearly saw Xinbao's eyes were slightly empty, her little mouth opened and closed, and she recited with difficulty. They could also infer from her mouth shape that her first sentence was "Taoist". They could even "hear" her voice, but it seemed as if they heard nothing, as if the path between "she said" and "he listened" was cut off, so that they had no idea what she said at all.
Seeing that Xinbao obviously didn't realize anything was wrong and was still reciting seriously, Yuan Shenjue suddenly felt panic in his heart and hugged her.
Xinbao was startled and stopped.
Yuan Shenjue hugged her tightly and turned his face away so that she couldn't see his expression.
Xinbao stretched out his hand blankly, touched his head to comfort him, and glanced at Emperor Mingpeidi.
Emperor Mingpei said gently: "We can't hear what Xinbao is thinking, maybe because... we can't pry into the secrets of heaven."
Xinbao was really surprised: "Can't hear it?"
Emperor Mingpei nodded solemnly.
Xinbao was speechless.
She had never been so deeply aware as she was at this moment that there was a god above her head.
She murmured after a long while: "Then, what about the jade token?"
Emperor Mingpei said gently, "Try to draw the pattern, and then I will find someone to do it. Since Heaven has given this to you at this time, there must be a purpose. I think you don't have to do it yourself."
Xinbao nodded obediently.
So the three of them had their meal, and Xinbao went to the west warm pavilion and started painting.
Things are unpredictable. I never expected that she, a materialistic miracle doctor, would now learn to draw talismans! !
What she was most anxious about was drawing the amulet.
In other words, to protect her own luck from being affected or stolen, she focused on the part about luck.
But then she thought, since they were all equally troublesome and difficult to draw, why not draw something that could fight back? Not only could it protect the luck from being stolen, but it could also attack the person who stole the luck?
Isn't it said that the best defense is offense?
But when she flipped through the pages, she found that there was a talisman called the Duoyuan Talisman. If someone tried to steal her luck, this talisman would not only protect her luck from being stolen, but would also double or even multiply her luck back.
So, isn’t it just like this talisman, with the most comprehensive functions, including the previous ones and more new functions! ?
So Xinbao chose this talisman without hesitation and started drawing.
Now, all the brushes on her desk are specially made, shorter, lighter, and easier to use, but they are still brushes after all! Brushes with soft, curved tips! It is still very difficult! ! Xinbao stood in front of the desk, painting silently.
She has been practicing Shengong Ball all the time, and now her little hands are much more flexible than before. However, writing is not just about using the hands or the wrists. It especially requires precise control of the thickness and trajectory of the handwriting, which is really difficult.
Xinbao only practiced for a quarter of an hour before his face turned pale and his body began to sway from tiredness.
Yuan Shenjue watched from the side, extremely anxious but helpless.
After all, writing is fine, but there is no way to explain or help with these irregular lines.
He couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he stood up and walked around twice. Fearing that it would disturb Xinbao, he forced himself to sit back down, stretched out his hand, and gently supported Xinbao's elbow.
Xinbao bit her lip slightly, her cheeks were chubby, and she looked serious, almost pious, but... this was a very difficult thing to do. Even if she used all her strength, she was still a little rough with her hands.
Xinbao pouted and wanted to cry, but she held it back. She changed a piece of paper and started drawing from the beginning.
She held her breath and carefully drew a line, bit by bit. Then her hand trembled again and the pen slipped out.
After making several mistakes in a row, Xinbao was so tired that he couldn't even stand up. Finally, he couldn't hold back his tears. He cried loudly in his wife's arms and ordered breathlessly: "I want a charcoal pencil... I want... I want a hard charcoal pencil..."
She couldn't help crying for a long time, and then she took a breath and said, "The black pen used for drawing eyebrows will also work..."
Yuan Shenjue was heartbroken, his eyes reddened, and he hugged the little meat ball, trying to comfort her.
Xinbao was gathering her energy to write, and after she had cried out her grievances, she slowly stopped crying, and lay curled up on Yuan Shenjue, not moving a single muscle.
Fang Wuyou quickly brought some black ink brushes.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
But what Xinbao didn't expect was that nowadays, drawing eyebrows is done in a similar way to grinding ink. There are special inkstones, and you also need to add water, then grind it with an ink pestle, and then draw with an eyebrow pencil similar to a brush... Except that the eyebrow pencil is thinner than the brush, it is almost the same as writing! !
There were some clever eunuchs who found the Luozidai, but Luozidai also needs to be dipped in water... and the real Luozidai is so small, only the length of a little finger, it is completely different from the TV series! !
Tuanzi could only accept his fate and continue painting with the brush.
She found that she couldn't become fat in one bite, so she didn't draw the talisman first. She started with controlling the thickness of the lines. After she practiced drawing lines of the same thickness, she could consider other things.
Yuan Shenjue left the palace after lunch, and Emperor Mingpei also went back. Xinbao drove away all the servants in advance and did not take a nap. He got up and continued to practice... He practiced for the whole afternoon, and when he was exhausted, he would take a break and practice again.
When they returned to the palace at night, Tuanzi's arms were so tired that she couldn't lift them, and she looked listless. Madam Lin felt so distressed that she held her in her arms and fed her dinner.
The next day was the same.
But after two days, Xinbao couldn't even draw lines of the same thickness! ! His drawings were always ruined! !
Xinbao was almost dying of anxiety.
She was anxious when she didn't know what to do, but now that she knew what to do but couldn't do it, she was even more anxious!! She was so useless.
She practiced all day long. At night, after waiting for Chunhua and the others to go down, she quietly took out the magic ball from under her pillow. She kept spinning it with her two chubby hands under the quilt. She fell asleep because she was so sleepy. She woke up with a start and continued spinning...
Finally, she didn’t know when she fell asleep, and when it was light, she called out, “Get up.”
Chunhua came in with a smile on her face, and as soon as Tuanzi raised his hand, he realized something was wrong.
Her hand hurts so much... Just raising her hand made her sweat! ! She glanced at it and silently hid her little fist. Chunhua didn't notice it and carefully supported her little arm and put it into her sleeve.
It was freezing cold, and Tuanzi was dressed like a ball. He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. He opened his arms and asked Yuru to hold him: "Let's go to the Qianqing Palace."
Yu Ru responded.
Unexpectedly, when I came out, I happened to catch the family having breakfast.
Xinbao usually gets up late, and this is the first time she has caught up with her family for breakfast. The elder brother is still walking around downstairs. When he sees her, he smiles: "What's wrong with you today? The sun hasn't even risen from the west yet, why is the little princess up at this time?"
(End of this chapter)